My fingers touch the solid stones Strong and cold, they keep me from home Imprisoned like a wingless dove Far away from the land I love Lonely days count
mien Jewel the sky the star pavane Sans Curse Queen Bess and worse John Knox They shall rot, they shall rot Any pray for Mary Queen of Scots 2. Black
Oversættelse: Grave Digger. The Ballad Of Mary (Queen of Scots).
: My fingers touch the solid stones Strong and cold, they keep me from home Imprisoned like a wingless dove Far away from the land I love Lonely days
Blue above the rooftops and the birds will sing For my heart swoops as if suspended from the sky with string Because every single day you're on my mind
Feeling that my friends have changed for the worst Made my plans not to rust Can you feel changes now In your blood turn to mud Start to flood Finding
We're in now up to our ankles Notes build up slower than sound Everyone's trying to blow it out Flies in my mouth make me feel so odd, But not bad Flies
Sweet as life inside I'm feeling you Follow on the road that leads home soon Far gone show goes on Can't we take it somewhere else now Sweet as life
Well stroll on I think I'm getting into Scotia Everybody knows the songs Flowers brave and Kings forever Mary Queen of Scots danced round all the shops
You're ugly and rational now You've really got no point to make Can I please crash now, I'm out of date We're going national now I really want to hibernate
I put a pebble in my shoe Every step I am with you. I just stumble along To the beat of a child's drum, My heart is on the line Can all my wonders be
I'm so blue, so blue I glow Sinking slowly in my home Home's the Place I need to be Never growing always, always To the place I need to be My head's
Tongues too big I just can't swallow I'm planning not to show The words you baked have all gone hollow You're not supposed to blow In my head, piling
I hear your voice right now Flying to meet me I still can taste the mist on the breeze I can feel the strangest wings Flying under me I see your face